Walking out of the theatre - BeaverPhear
June 1st 2006 02:28
Today's Post of the Day takes a departure from the Orble network and grabs the electric pulse of my hometown friend, Canadian Attack Beaver and his experience at the movie theatre.
The Beav is a pretty funny guy, and we grew up in the same city in Canada, which gave me plenty of opportunities to see him at work. Whether it was selling pretzels while wearing a funny hat, or careening out of control on a toboggan, the Beav goes through life, shrieking and kicking, while flapping his arms frantically.
Going to the movie theatre should be an entertaining night out, but as theatres attempt to rape consumers with high prices and terrible environments, no one should be surprised when box office numbers are low.
The last time I went to a theatre in Sydney, I was fuming in rage from the experience. Luckily, the movie was outstanding, and my mood veered away from blackness.
From the Beav's post:
"But Kirsten wanted to go see X3, so I went.
But we had a plan.
Because I hate sitting though the ads so much, Kirsten would bring her book and I would bring my DS. Then, when the stupid ads play (like the mandatory lame one that tries to make you feel bad for piracy), we would retreat in a world of our own. A world without ads.
Then, when the movie actually started, we could watch the movie.
And only the movie."
Plans never work out like that, do they?
Included in the Beav's post are scans of a comic that someone has drew. It's not the Beav, I think, but one of his fans/ admirers/ stalkers. If I ever read about him being trapped in a pit covering in hand lotion, I won't be surprised.
* this image is taken from the Wikipedia page on Beavers and is the work of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, which makes it public domain.
The Beav is a pretty funny guy, and we grew up in the same city in Canada, which gave me plenty of opportunities to see him at work. Whether it was selling pretzels while wearing a funny hat, or careening out of control on a toboggan, the Beav goes through life, shrieking and kicking, while flapping his arms frantically.
Going to the movie theatre should be an entertaining night out, but as theatres attempt to rape consumers with high prices and terrible environments, no one should be surprised when box office numbers are low.
The last time I went to a theatre in Sydney, I was fuming in rage from the experience. Luckily, the movie was outstanding, and my mood veered away from blackness.
From the Beav's post:
"But Kirsten wanted to go see X3, so I went.
But we had a plan.
Because I hate sitting though the ads so much, Kirsten would bring her book and I would bring my DS. Then, when the stupid ads play (like the mandatory lame one that tries to make you feel bad for piracy), we would retreat in a world of our own. A world without ads.
Then, when the movie actually started, we could watch the movie.
And only the movie."
Plans never work out like that, do they?
Included in the Beav's post are scans of a comic that someone has drew. It's not the Beav, I think, but one of his fans/ admirers/ stalkers. If I ever read about him being trapped in a pit covering in hand lotion, I won't be surprised.
* this image is taken from the Wikipedia page on Beavers and is the work of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, which makes it public domain.
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